My Mom used to sing to me, I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that before, it was like our little secret. But every night she’d come in and she’d tuck me in and she’d sing something, like lullaby’s or album rock stuff. And after she was gone I remember lying in bed for the first time and just feeling silence, you know. Then realizing for the rest of my life that it was gone, all her songs were gone, her voice and the way it used to soothe me, just all of it. So I guess I tried to find new songs to fill that quiet, but none of them ever really have. Now she’s gone and Mia’s gone… and Luke is gone. There’s just silence…There’s just silence. I come in here and I sit in silence and hear the echoes of who we used to be. And so I wish for patience, and grace, and strength to just let him be happy. Mostly I pray for the strength to not make his life worse because of what I want. That’s the toughest part, letting go, you know? That’s the part of grace that really sucks.